#pruned

[wordsoftheheartandsoul]

You were built for this. Every single lesson you learned and applied, pruned and prepared you for this moment. You owe it to yourself to bring this to fruition. You owe it to your healed self to thrive.

Morgan Richard Olivier - the freedom of forward

[falseandrealultravival]

Today's Haiku with Picture 916

Overgrown

I have Pruned hardly

Lemon thyme

茂り過ぎ

切り詰めたるや

レモンタイム

(2023.07.22)

[kendyroy]

Seeing Logan in the TVA makes me laugh so hard for some reason? Like I know he’s lived to see technology evolve and stuff, but there’s something so funny about a guy from the 1800s standing in some kind of retro-futuristic timey wimey agency to me. Man is confused as hell.

like what da hell is a polar bear doin in arlington texas

[sallufix]

FAMILIARITY

Oughh parallels... I'm ill.....

[shandzii]

You got a favorite cookie? 🤔

ok it's been a week(?) since the cookie rot started so here's the verdict

[wetslug]

ppl who r using poll results as a way to Prove Something about society or come to any conclusion.. i hope you are aware that tumblr users are one of the most biased population groups you could conceivably find. gob bless

[huriita]

Prune getting crumbled like that was so jarring man 😭

[xfreischutz]

i did not have sk turning into a dictatorship in my 2025 bingo

[imaginariumwanderer]

Another one joins the fray!

[thegreatlock]

Has someone already done this . I'm sorry if yes it came to me in a vision .

[sugary-veins]

I am very normal about them .

[moonflower-faerie]

textpost dump pt 1 out of whatever

[webdiggerxxx]

palestine, 2012

[promniight]

some character reqs from the bird app it was fun trying to design some characters i haven’t drawn yet :)

[zephyrchama]

Taking a bath with Asmodeus must be so relaxing.

The tub is filled with a frothy foam. It clings to your skin before slowly sliding off and plopping back into the water. It can be shaped into little sculptures. It glitters like white snow dotted with blood red flower petals.

The air is heavy and humid but not stuffy thanks to a fresh, fruity scent wafting up from the bubbles. The water is warm and toasty and you sink down to your chin to escape the cold circulating above the tub. Your skin feels plump and smooth.

Asmodeus pulls you into his lap and blocks you from escaping with his leg. He's playful, grabbing you by the ribs while he hums a tune into your hair. His thumbs small circles into your sides. He doesn't want you to hide that pretty little face of yours, but if you're that averse to getting out of the water, he'll just have to keep you within arm's reach.

With your movement limited, you do the only thing you can: stretch up to give him a foamy mohawk. He holds you steady as you brave the chilly air, droplets of perfumed water racing down your exposed skin while the seconds go by. Freshly washed, his wet hair is like putty in your hands. It's a rush job, but a fine mohawk if you dare say so yourself. Upon its completion you sink back into the bath. There's a sloshing noise as you submerge your neck and lean against Asmodeus' shoulder. His skin temperature is ever so slightly warmer than the water.

Asmodeus retaliates with a bubbly mustache to adorn your upper lip. It tickles your nose, which he gives a cheeky tap. Some sideburns would look good with it.